back on the road
one of my worst
not quite as bad
as the actual first
a handful of souls
are better than none
you think it is finished
im no where near done
cheap rank motel
empty cigarette packs
a strung-out old hooker
with a fairly decent rack
lines of cocaine
im flat on my back
don’t have three days
to get back on track
hundreds of miles
zero confessing
sobering up
to deliver this blessing
just one more bump
its my way of stretching
how should i open
have you heard of repenting
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Author:
helpussaveus (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2020 12:20
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
Yes, you are confessing in the deepest spot even without knowing it.
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